Hiding my hands under the table.
Urges coarse through my body.
Riddling my mind with confusion.
Do I use the blade or the torch?
Love cuts but it also burns.
Either way, her body is now mine.
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Trials of Love - Acrostic Poetry
PoetryAll of these are submissions for Trials of love romance collab. Check out my other prompt submissions, if you'd like. :)
